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Sometimes I fly as fast as the speed of light. Sometime I crawl as slow as a snail. Unknown until I am measured but you will certainly miss me when Iām gone.
You bury me when Iām alive and dig me up when Iām dead. What am I?
I am in truth a yellow fork from tables in the sky by inadvertent fingers dropped the awful cutlery. Of mansions never quite disclosed and never quite concealed the apparatus of the dark to ignorance revealed.
What goes around the wood but never goes into the wood?
I am whole but incomplete. I have no eyes, yet I see. My largest part is one fourth of what I once was. What am I?
Give it food and it will live, give it water and it will die.